Beautiful RuinAs I live and breath your darkness,I am haunted by your dark desires,Blinded by your detestation,I am your most beautiful ruin. In this beautiful ruin,I will continue to exist,Forever lamenting the loss of my sweet innocence.And in the sorrow that I miss,I will not rest in this fading light,Finding the strength to save me,I will never rest until I set it right.The chains that haunt me forever binding,So fragile in the ruins of a haunted passing,All alone in the dark with no one to guide me,Wishing to turn back the pages of this haunting tale.Yet against all odds,I will turn this into a fairy tale ending.
From Dust to DreamsLocked in a world of darkness,My dreams are my only escape.Sometimes I fear sleepingBut when I do, I dream of starsDreams can set one freeLocked in a desolate world Hidden away from the lightSeeking the joy of freedomMy dreams are the true keyAs I sleep, they are bright and vividPrayers that guide Wishes that give hope Shining as luminous starsThey are treasures to be cherishedPrecious, no longer tears and dust.
Frozen in TimeHer hopes and dreams are frozen in timeTrapping the sadness that clouds her mindThe trust she had is no moreShe longs for what did go beforeFrozen tears shatter on dreary floors.Memories into a million pieces.They melt and are no more,leaves a stain, a mark of pain and still the frozen tears fall.
TetheredTethered by brittle cords, she waits.
Lost and FoundIt was a cold, dark night. The soft pitter patter of rain hit the stone ground and little drips of water splashed into the small cardboard box he had made his home. A soft sigh escaped his throat. How long has it been since he last had a nice meal? One week? Maybe two? He didn't know anymore. They had left him, all alone. He moved so his back was to the rain, curling up around himself to try to keep warm. He closed his eyes, hoping to escape into a dream where life was still happy and nice and good. Sleep caught him quick, even though his stomach rumbled and his throat was dry. He licked his lips as he dreamt of the good things that happened in his imaginary world.Ah yes...Mumsie. So warm and caring, loving him even as he batted at and nipped at her tail. Well-fed and with no thirst in his throat--warm, cosy and dry. He opened his eyes to look up at her, but saw only darkness, the sounds of rain returning. The dream was no more, only dreadful reality.The soft pitter patter turned to
WWC2: The Loreithian Heritage - Ch. 1"Mom, wake up. Mom!" Sara threw her arms over her eyes to shield them from the sunlight steaming in through the crack in the curtains. "What..?" she asked, disoriented. "You said you'd come to the game. C'mon, it's almost noon. You have to get up." Blinking twice, she rolled over and stared at the neon red numbers on the clock: 11:52. Propping up on her arm, she groaned as her back protested the action. Danny narrowed his eyes towards her in reprimand. "Were you out as Dark Flame last night?" The boy's reaction might have made her smile at a different time, but another pain shot through her arm and she was just too tired for humor. "Yes, I was," she droned. "I had to help your uncle with a jewelry store robbery." "Well you have to get up. We need to leave soon. Grampa's making eggs. Now, c'mon." Pulling on her arm, the boy helped her to a sitting position. "All right," she said with a wave of her hand. "Go make me a cup of coffee.